Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.